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Surname Saturday – Schiele

My grandfather’s middle name was Schiele. It was a common custom in the past to saddle a child with the maiden name of its mother as a middle name. My grandfather was the “lucky” child in the family who got Schiele as his middle name. Have I mentioned that my grandfather hated his name and preferred to be called “Jake”? My grandparents continued the tradition and gave my grandmother’s maiden name to my uncle John, hence John Foster Yegerlehner. I hope my uncle didn’t dislike his middle name as much as his father detested his.

Regardless, Schiele was the surname of my grandfather’s maternal grandmother. Schiele is German. My family always pronounced the name Shē – lē. Two syllables, both with long e. I have seen it spelled phonetically as Sheely in old census records and on Michael’s naturalization papers. I don’t really know what the name means or where exactly my Schiele family comes from in Germany. I found one definition for Schiele that is quite funny (or tragic) “one who was crippled; one who squinted.”¹ I picture some near-sighted Germans wandering about the forest, running into stuff. If you can’t see very well, I am sure you could very easily cripple yourself, walking into things.

Naturalization paper for Michael Schiele, Clay county, Indiana, 1866

Naturalization paper for Michael Schiele, Clay county, Indiana, 1866

All humor aside, my great, great grandfather Michael Schiele is a bit of an enigma to me. In many ways, he is one of my earliest and most prolonged brick walls.  Why? He is from Germany. His branch is one of the most recent branches of my family to land on North American soil and therefore, more difficult for me to trace. Until recently, there have not been many German records available to search, either in a library or online, and they are usually in German.  I have always wished that I knew how to read German, especially when one wants to read old German records. Michael also did me the disservice of dying before 1900.  So no death record! And so far, I haven’t been able to locate an obituary either. He did leave two biographies in Clay county history books which have provided me with a wealth of clues and some bread crumbs.

In The History of Clay County, Indiana by William Travis (1909), there is a very nice biographical sketch of Michael within the write up of his son, Reuben Jacob Schiele. In addition, the book’s section “Memoirs of leading and familiar home people” includes a separate biography just for Michael. These biographies are written after Michael’s death and they provide a lot of good information which I have mostly verified. Travis gives Michael’s birthplace as Wittenberg, Germany. Wittenberg is a city located in the Saxony area of Germany. The only problem is that other sources give Michael’s nativity as Württemberg which is located in the area now known as Baden-Württemberg in southern Germany.  These two cities are nowhere near one another and I have been told that there are also multiple locations that have used these names in the past.  Some even better and more tantalizing clues are in Charles Blanchard’s Counties of Clay and Owen, Indiana (1884). This biography gives information on Michael’s parents. It opens with “MICHAEL SCHIELE, farmer and stock-raiser, was born, November 2, 1831, in Germany, and was the fourth child born to Michael and Mary (Smith) Schiele, both natives of Germany”.  Oh woe is me! A SMITH! Schiele, Michael - Blanchard, 1884

I keep hoping someday that a database will come online with German birth and marriage records that will reveal more about my Schiele family (AND that I can read in English). I do know when Michael was born and I know the names of his parents. I know all the names of his children and grandchildren. For now, that is enough.

Notes:

  1. Meaning of the surname Schiele from http://surnames.meaning-of-names.com/Schiele/

 

Wed (postmark June 24, 1942 8:30 PM)

Dear Mother-

Hope you are home all OK. We just got home and pretty tired, had a big day we had to shoot 22 platoons this A.M. and there are about 84 men to each platoon and besides that there was near 400 to examine.

I got real “writey” last night – wrote to Uncle Wes and Mom. Lentz was catching up on his writing so I thought I’d do the same.

It really got cold here last night – had to get under cover but it warmed considerable today-Didn’t get any mail from home today. Hope you stop that as soon as you get there because I don’t like to

(page 2) have to send it back.

Lentz didn’t take my white suit-it was in a paper cover and we just missed it at least that is what he said. But he did take the raincoat.

We ate at the Famous Café last night the food was OK but the service was poor had to wait about one hour. Don’t know where we will go tonight. I just go along because I don’t do the driving.

I’m unusually hungry tonight so will ring off and get some eats-

Love Daddy

©2012, copyrighted & written by Deborah Sweeney

Dorothy Krull

Krull, Dorothy J. - Obituary, 1996

Obituary extraction from ObitArchive for Dorothy J. Krull, 1996.

It would appear that Dorothy Krull did make the trip with my grandmother to Norfolk. In fact, it appears that she might even have stayed in Mrs. Evans’ boarding house. I don’t know if my grandparents ended up getting a hotel room somewhere in Norfolk for the week or if Dr. Lentz was out of town for part of the duration, thereby allowing my grandparents to stay at the Evans house together in a room. What today’s letter does tell me is that Dorothy must have borrowed another resident’s alarm clock and there was a dead mouse left behind in the closet!

Dorothy Jane (Jackson) Krull was born July 8, 1908 so she was a couple years younger than my grandmother, but their oldest children were the same age. Dorothy’s oldest, Elizabeth “Betty” Krull was the same age as my Uncle John. They were in the same graduating class from Kent High School in 1848. On the 1940 census in Kentland, Indiana, Dorothy J. Krull was the wife of Nicholas P. Krull. They were the parents of three children: Elizabeth (9), Richard (8), and Nicholas, Jr. (5). According to the census, in 1935, the Krull family had been living in Oak Park, Cook County, Illinois. However, it appears that Nicholas grew up in Kentland, the son of Nicholas Krull, an immigrant from Germany. By 1940, Nicholas & Dorothy had returned to Kentland to stay.

As I sat at my computer attempting to track down Dorothy and her family, I came across the cemetery records for Newton County, in particular Fairlawn Cemetery. This is the cemetery where my grandparents are buried in Kentland. Much to my surprise, my grandparents and the Krulls are listed together, their burial plots side by side. They must have been very good friends indeed. Sadly I also discovered that Dorothy’s son Richard died soon after the 1940 census and Betty didn’t live very long either. She died in 1973, at the age of 43. Nicholas died in 1966. Dorothy lived another 30 years, dying in Tulsa, Oklahoma in 1996. I found a very brief obituary for Dorothy through the ObitArchive. It really didn’t tell me a thing about her. I found a family tree on Ancestry that lists Dorothy and Nicholas, but does not list any of their children. I sent a message to the tree’s owner. Perhaps they know of or are related to the Krulls. I’m sure eventually I might come across a photograph of Dorothy. I think it is likely that among the photographs of my grandparents there are pictures of the Krulls, but they just are not labeled. Nicholas Jr. (or technically Nicholas III) would now be in his 70s and appears to have lived in the Arlington, Virginia area. I think it would be great to make contact with some of Dorothy’s family. Once my grandmother starts talking through her letters, Dorothy is mentioned quite frequently. I am sure we will get to know Dorothy a little better in the weeks and months ahead.


Letter transcription:

Tue 1700 (postmark June 23 8:30 PM 1942)

Dear Mother,

Hope you are home and OK by this time. You will note some mail that came again today. The letter from Mark is a little mixed up but I guess its OK.

Another Dr. got orders today. He has to report to New Jersey to a brand new destroyer. That to me seems like a pretty good assignment. He came in long after I did. In fact 3 or 4 of those that came in after me are already gone.

Don’t forget to buy the stamp for the windshield before July 1st.

We had a very hard rain last night, seemed to me as if it rained almost all night.

Mr. Ferneau told me to tell Dorothy he still had it in for

(page 2) her for setting his alarm clock so early.

I finally got that laundry today that is one bunch it was taken on the 11th so that was only 13 days. That will hold me now for a while at least, but I’ll have to get some more out right away.

Mrs. E. found a Dead Mouse in the closet in Dorothy’s room. She was very much put out because we didn’t tell her. She hasn’t said anything about a package you left as yet. You must write her thanking her etc. I think she will get as much kick out of that as anything.

Well, I’ll do better next time

Love Daddy

©2012, copyrighted & written by Deborah Sweeney

Kingston Ceylonite

Article on the blockades of the Chesapeake Bay due to mines and the sinking of the Kingston Ceylonite. Although it was written 3 years after the events, it provides a great summary of the events the week my grandmother was in Norfolk.

Article on the blockades of the Chesapeake Bay due to mines and the sinking of the Kingston Ceylonite. Although it was written 3 years after the events, it provides a great summary of the week my grandmother was in Norfolk. Click on image to enlarge for reading!

In today’s letter, my grandfather mentions an event that occurred during my grandmother’s time in Norfolk. On June 15th, the Kingston Ceylonite¹ was sailing off the coast of Virginia Beach in a convoy. She wandered into mine field and was sunk. The mine field had been laid out by the German boat U-701 four days earlier. The ship sank with 32 men going down, and only 18 survived. Two tankers and the USS Bainbridge were also hit but did not sink.²

It must have been an exciting week for my grandmother in Norfolk.

And a raise is always good news!

Letter transcription:
Mon Eve (postmark June 22 8:30 PM 1942)
Dear Mother,
Just a note – the day went on as usual – hot and a large number to examine. It is now 5:00 PM. And thundering like as if we might get some rain.
As yet the Dr. isn’t home he is back brought some of his clothes in – am sending you the mail that came today.
The long expected raise is now thru 21⁰⁰ per mo. I made an allotment for you today – $170 per mo. You won’t get it before Aug 1st however.
It has been definitely determined

(page 2) that the ships of V[irginia] Beach were sunk by mines so maybe the subs weren’t as near as we thought. They probably served the mines and let them drift in with the tide.
Lentz just came in so we’ll go eat. Don’t know where yet, but one of the old places I suppose. Hope you are still making it ok
Love Daddy

Notes:
1. Specifics on the Kingston Ceylonite http://uboat.net/allies/warships/ship/6368.html
2. Article from Wikipedia regarding Torpedo Alley of Atlantic coast during WWII here

Travel Tuesday – Heading to Norfolk

As I transcribe and write today, I feel like I am ending the first chapter in my grandparents’ war story. During the past three weeks, my grandfather has begun his Navy service in Norfolk, Virginia. In this time, he has moved three times: his first nights in Norfolk were at the Navy Y.M.C.A., and then he moved briefly to Granby Street. He has acquired a roommate, Dr. Edmund Lentz, and the two doctors are living in the home of the chatty Mrs. Evans on Magnolia Avenue. My great uncle Jim has finished his basic training at the Great Lakes naval base and has also come to begin his service in Norfolk as a SeaBea in one of the naval construction companies.

The reason that I classify this post as Travel Tuesday is because my grandmother is about to begin her journey to Norfolk. Today’s two letters include last minute travel tips and directions from my grandfather. They eventually decided that she should drive the car down, partially because without the car in Norfolk, they wouldn’t be able to get around. I don’t know if we will ever find out who her traveling companion was, although it was most likely Dorothy Krull, a friend and neighbor from Kentland. Between mailing the car registration back and forth between Kentland and Norfolk, and finally acquiring some type of gasoline ration card, the trip is finally going to happen. I love my grandfather’s final instruction: Bring my swimming trunks along!

Since my grandmother was in Norfolk for a little more than a week, there were obviously no letters written during this time. When we pick up the story again, it will be near the end of June. The Navy was victorious in the Battle of Midway, and things are beginning to happen. My grandparents had a lot to talk about and discuss while they were together in Norfolk. Many of the letters will begin to have more cryptic statements. They definitely had a way of saying things, without saying anything at all (that would offend the censors). Loose lips, sink ships, or so they say.


Letter translation:

Tue Eve.

Dear Mother,

I’m in the car downtown waiting for Dr. L. to have some white suits altered. Hope the card etc. gets there ok. As I have said before I’ll be off Sat P.M. so if you could get here then it would be fine of course I know that you’ll have to be there Thurs. to hear John, but Sun would be a good day to look around.

Keep the gas tank full most of the time after you get into the rationing area because the stations close early and open late and then some may be out.

Let me know if you have time if Dorothy is coming so

(page 2) that I may make hotel reservations.

I didn’t get any letter today but got the extra one yesterday due to the air mail. I’ve sent the last two air mail-don’t know what connection they make.

It is only a short time before 6:00 P.M. and that is the time the mail leaves here for Cincinnata so will get this off.

Don’t hurry but get here as soon as you can.

Love Daddy


Wed Nite 10:00 PM

Dear Mother,

Just received your airmail special and thought I’d better write before so that you would get it before you come. I hadn’t written yet today because I thought you would be coming Fri and I didn’t think you’d have time to get it.

When you get to Washington come thru Richmond. It will be a little farther but you make better time and because you have fewer ferries to cross and less toll to pay.

When you get into town find Hampton Blvd and follow it until you come to Magnolia. Hampton is one of the main roads

(page 2) thru town. I can’t direct you definitely because there are two ferries and it would be different depending upon which ferry you took.

I guess you won’t be here then on Sat P.M. or Sun. It will be Ok, but that would have been time extra. I’ll not make any hotel reservations etc until you get here.

Well, see you when you get here

Love Daddy

Thurs A.M. Bring my swimming trunks along.

©2012, copyrighted & written by Deborah Sweeney

Sunday’s Obituary – Ruth Elizabeth (Yegerlehner) Mutchler (1900-1983)

Mutchler, Ruth E. (Yegerlehner) - 1983As I sit down to write about my great aunt Ruth, I’m not sure what to write. Her obituary is so brief and it tells so little about her life as well as the fact that I don’t really remember her at all. One thing I do remember about her is her name – Ruth. You see, my family has an affinity for the name Ruth. It’s not like it has been purposely passed down from one generation to another. It is more as if, one Ruth is somehow attracted to another. My middle name is Ruth, so is my mother’s. That was a deliberate naming. My paternal grandmother also has Ruth as her middle name. My grandmother had two sister-in-laws named Ruth, one was her husband’s sister and the other the wife her husband’s brother. One thing that I do have to be careful about when transcribing the World War II letters is to make sure I reference the correct Ruth.  My grandfather’s sister was usually notated as Ruth M. because her married name was Mutchler. The two Ruths are mentioned rather frequently in my grandmother’s letters.  Case in point, I just emailed my dad to see if he could remember anything about his aunt Ruth. He replied “Which One?” When I was in high school looking over the Yegerlehner family tree, I remember counting how many Ruths there were in the family. It seemed like there were a lot. Ruth also named her daughter Ruth, but her daughter always went by her middle name.

I have read a couple short autobiographies written by my grandfather regarding his family. He always mentions his sister Ruth, usually in the context of being the sole female in a household of boys. There were 6 boys to 1 girl. He sympathizes with the plight of his mother and Ruth being responsible for cleaning up after all the men and boys in the house. For some reason, my grandparent’s generation seems to be devoid of females. My maternal grandfather didn’t have any sisters, and his father didn’t have any sisters either.

Ruth graduated from Clay City High School in 1918. She married John Earl Mutchler around 1923. The Mutchler family must have been very friendly with the Yegerlehner family. When my grandparents got married in 1929, Victor D. Mutchler was my grandfather’s witness or best man. Victor was John Earl’s younger brother. Victor and Earl’s older half sister was Lucinda (Mutchler) Steiner. Lucinda Steiner was best friends with my great grandmother Lovina Yegerlehner. The Steiner family and the Yegerlehner family lived near one another in Harrison township, Clay county. Both families also belonged to St. Peter’s Church, a small German Reformed Church in Clay City on the Owen county line. So I guess it is no surprise that Ruth Yegerlehner knew Earl Mutchler. Coincidentally, Lucinda Steiner also named one of her daughters Ruth.

When Ruth and Earl got married, Earl was already a widower. His first wife Edna Grace Ream (FindAGrave) had died in 1919 after childbirth along with their infant son (FindAGrave). Ruth and Earl eventually moved to Wilmington, Illinois. Earl worked as a mechanical engineer and a locomotive engineer for the Northern Illinois Coal Corporation’s strip mine in Wilmington¹. They lived there for many years. My father always remembered her at family reunions, he wrote “I always found Ruth to be kind, warm and with a sense of humor. I remember her laugh and her grin.” I figure she would have to have a sense of humor to survive growing up in a household of 6 boys!

Ruth and Earl had one daughter, Ruth Romaine. Earl died in 1964 (FindAGrave), leaving Ruth to survive him for almost another twenty years. Ruth is buried next to Earl at the Oakwood Cemetery in Wilmington, Illinois (FindAGrave).

Note:

  1. Short article on coal mining in northern Illinois (here)

Letter transcription:

Sun P.M.¹

Dear Mother,

Got your first letter off this A.M. but since Dr. Lentz is playing golf and I’m sitting in his car at the club house I’ll write more of the days happenings. He has been crazy to go swimming in the ocean so I took him up. We were in for almost 1 ½ hours. It wasn’t very rough but the waves were sometimes above our heads and the salt water got in our eyes, nose hair + ears. I rather enjoyed it but didn’t want to stay too long because of too much sun burn. I wanted to read but got sleepy and when one is around the house there is no rest. Mrs. E. keeps up a running conversation. It wouldn’t be

(page 2) so bad but it’s the same thing over and over again. Each time she tells the same things. Just like Uncle Geo.²

I don’t believe it would hurt you if you came in the car and took your time. We just won’t be able to look for anything unless we have the car and I can’t ask Dr. L. for his because he don’t want his tires etc. worn out by us. I’ll get some dope on the gas thing tomorrow and send the card back. I’m sure if you keeping asking ahead you will be able to find out where the gas rationing starts and be able to fill up. Then you  are allowed 3 gal. per wk without a card so the last 60 miles could be on that 3 gal. There shouldn’t be too much traffic most of the way unless you hit some of the larger towns. In case something does happen go to a hospital and call

(page 3) or wire me. You might bring the small radio, th my safety razor and a laundry bag. One of those we used to collect towels in at the office. You of course will have Dorothyᶟ or this other woman or some one drive you. I’d feel better if Floyd could drive you down. Will you have to take the kids over to someone or will they come to get them.

Harold Foulks told me Nate was in the dispensary. Well so am I. They don’t seem to make much fun about who you are or what. There are several Lt. come in the same place I am.

The P.M. rains we used to have are no more it hasn’t rained for same time. The grass is all brown and it is illegal to wash a car or water the lawns. The added construction and the increase in population has cut the water

(page 4) supply very low, in fact it has a muddy taste. It looks a little cloudy this P.M. but not too much like rain.

As quick as you decide definitely after you get the card back, what + when you are coming let me know and I’ll try to make some arrangements for you while you are here.

Well I’m about run down. Maybe a little later I can finish-

9:20 P.M. I’ve tried twice to call Jim and no success. In fact I’ve tried every eve this week and wrote him a letter and still no answer. He is still there but they can’t locate him.

I’m beginning to get pink from my sunburn and feel sorta hot all over. I’ll write more tomorrow eve Maybe I can send the registration card back

Love Daddy

Notes:

  1. This letter was written on the evening of Sunday, June 7, 1942 and was mailed the following morning. The Battle of Midway was being waged from June 4th through June 7th. The Battle of Midway “is widely regarded as the most important naval battle of the Pacific Campaign of World War II”. To read more about the Battle of Midway, click here. This battle influenced my grandfather’s impending future over the next few weeks.
  2. Uncle Geo. was George Yagerline, brother of Roscoe’s father John Henry. George lived in Indianapolis, Indiana. His branch of the family changed the spelling of Yegerlehner to Yagerline.
  3. Dorothy was Dorothy Krull, one of my grandparents’ friends and neighbors in Kentland

Amanuensis Monday – June 2, 1942

I think I will be using this theme on Mondays to help log what I have accomplished so far and to summarize what has transpired for my grandparents during the previous week.

My grandfather has been in Norfolk for almost two weeks. I have transcribed fourteen letters from my grandfather.  I have also transcribed two letters from my great uncle Jim Foster. Jim also enlisted in the Navy, but not as an officer. He was stationed in the Great Lakes while he was doing his basic training. He has arrived in Norfolk, but at this point my grandfather and his brother-in-law have not made contact. So far in the narrative, none of the letters my grandmother wrote during this period have survived. It is apparent that several of her letters had questions about billing patients and paying bills for my grandfather’s practice. In one letter, she must have suggested that four members of the family were planning to come to Norfolk to visit my grandfather. I am assuming that she was including herself and the two boys. I am not sure who the fourth member of the party would have been, possibly her mother. My grandfather was obviously frustrated by this as he had been trying to find housing for just my grandmother (with no luck in that department).

During the last week, my grandfather had been thinking about the method of transportation for my grandmother’s impeding visit.  Should she drive or take the train? If she takes the car, there is the question of gasoline and perhaps acquiring an X card.  Gasoline was already rationed in May 1942. The drive from Kentland, Indiana to Norfolk, Virginia is just about 1,000 miles.  My grandmother was also 5-6 months pregnant. Speed limits of 35 miles per hour were also instituted during this period. All things to consider before she makes the trip.

My grandfather was sharing a room with another doctor, Dr. Lentz, at a house on Magnolia Avenue. One night during the week, my grandfather was convinced to go out with Dr. Lentz and two other doctors. It quickly became apparent that the doctor who was driving was inebriated. My grandfather concocted an excuse to get out of the car and refused to go on with the outing.

Another issue that was on my grandfather’s mind was his future. He was unsure as to how long he would be stationed in Norfolk, and if he was transferred out, where would he end up.


Letter transcription:

Tue.

Dear Mother,

I’m writing this from the P.O. Had to come down town to get some more clothes.

I haven’t got your today’s letter yet but I got one addressed to Granby St. that you wrote some time ago. I think it was the first Sun. you wrote. The one in which you told me about buying the bond.

I don’t know yet what to tell you about coming down. Lentz hasn’t found out anything about his leave and then as I wrote you last nite I’ll wait until I get the car registration card. I’d say for you to come on the train but I don’t know what you could see or do without the car. This town is long but not so wide and from the middle of the town to the ocean either way it is about 10 mile one way and 18 the other and who want to ride on the street car that far. Of course if you want to stay right in town the transportation is nothing but I suppose

(page 2) you would like to see a few things while you are here. That long a ride in a car isn’t best for you at present either- so there you are. If I thought you I could get a leave in a few wks. I’d say let matters stand as they are and I’d bring the car back with me. Of course But there is the leave condition again. At least I can find out if I can get an X card with the card you send.

Haven’t seen Jim yet. I’m expecting a letter with his address and until then it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack.

This town is much worse than Chicago to walk or drive in. One is apt to get run over at any point it seems.

I may write again tonite-depending upon what your letter has in it.

Love Daddy

©2012, copyrighted & written by Deborah Sweeney

Sunday’s Obituary – Raymond C. Yegerlehner (1902-1922)

My grandfather came from a large family. He had five brothers, one sister, and one older half-brother. His mother, Lovina, was one of fifteen whole and half siblings. John Henry Yegerlehner, Roscoe’s father, was one of ten children. Several of his aunts and uncles did not survive childhood, or in fact, their infancy. I don’t know if there were any infant children of Lovina and John Yegerlehner. I doubt that they did as the family cemetery does not have any stones honoring any infants of John and Lovina. My grandfather did have one brother who died in 1922, aged 19 years.

Raymond Christian Yegerlehner was too young to have served in World War I since he was born in 1902.  He was not a graduate of Clay City High School¹. He appears on only two censuses, 1910 and 1920. On the 1920 census when Raymond was enumerated at age 17, he had not attended school during the year and he had no occupation recorded. At the very least though, he would have been assisting his father around the farm. I have copies of two different obituaries for Raymond.  Both say that he died after a short illness. My grandfather once told me that Raymond died from influenza, during the epidemic². The large outbreak of influenza that killed 50 million people around the world occurred in three waves during the years 1918-1919.ᶟ Raymond did not die until 4 years later. So although I am sure he died of influenza, he did not die in the initial wave of the pandemic.

Raymond is buried near his parents at the St. Peter’s Reformed Church cemetery at Hickory Corner, Owen, Indiana (FindAGrave).

Notes:

  1. The Clay City High School yearbook for the year 1936 does not list Raymond as an alumnus.  Raymond’s brothers Clarence and Roscoe are listed as well as his sister Ruth.
  2. Regional history article from the National Archives regarding the Influenza outbreak of 1918 http://www.archives.gov/exhibits/influenza-epidemic/
  3. Article from the United States Department of Health and Human services “The Great Pandemic”, http://www.flu.gov/pandemic/history/1918/

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My grandfather seems to be a bit pre-occupied in this letter and was rambling a bit by the end. I’m not sure who he was referring to as an O.B. patient. In today’s medical lingo, an O.B. would of course be an obstetrician. Since my grandfather was on a naval base, I don’t think there was much call for an obstetrician there. In general, he also seems uncertain about what will happen to him as I am sure a lot of the sailors and officers also worried about their own fates.

Letter transcription:

Mon Eve.

Dear Mother,

Got two letters today and none Sat. I really haven’t had time to digest the question of you coming down. And then Dr. Lentz might ask for a leave next week to go to the med[ical] convention + that would make it very nice for you to spend the time here and also I don’t know yet about the car. Whether you could get gasoline I may send for the registration card so that I can get an X card to send to you. Those are things I’ll have to do yet. If he doesn’t get his leave maybe we can put it off until after June 11th.

The weather was very hot here yesterday and today it is murky been a sort of a fog all day long and fairly cool.

Things are just so uncertain one doesn’t know what to do. A fellow came in 3-4 days after I did but he has been ordered to another base so that’s the way it goes. Some of the others have been here as high as 6 mo.

(page 2) If you can get along without the car for a few days + send me the registration card-the one on the steering rod with my driver’s license, I’d see if I could get an X card, then if Dorothy wanted to drive you down she could and if not the X card would make no difference.

I’ve found that they charge 3.75 per day for O.B. patients here all the rest is gratis or one can go to a private hospital and get a discount which amounts to about the same thing. I got that by listening. I haven’t told anyone. It really won’t make any difference because the orders come from Wash. and not locally.

I’ll give this visit a good think tonite and write more about it tomorrow-

Love Daddy

© 2012, copyrighted & written by Deborah Sweeney

I had a little trouble last night…

This letter starts casually enough but very quickly gets rather serious. I can only imagine my grandmother freaking out when she read it.  I say freaking out because I know I would be if I were in her situation; even if I didn’t know more of the back story. On the surface, I see a pregnant wife with two other children with a husband far away from home. If anything happened to my grandfather, what were the options for my grandmother in that day and age as a widow? It is one thing for your husband to get killed in the service of his country, but to be killed because he was the passenger in the car of a drunk driver is something completely different (and unexpected).

I am impressed by the clear thinking of my grandfather and his ability to not cave to peer pressure. Forgive the expression, but he had some balls that night. My grandparents were not drinkers.  What I mean to say is: they had an occasional drink now and then, but they weren’t habitual. My grandfather did keep a stock of hard liquor in a special cabinet in the house. My father can attest to that.  When he was in college (I believe), he snuck his first drink from that cabinet.  That’s a funny story. I’ll have to get him to write it down for me again. But I digress; my grandparents weren’t drinkers because they knew the risks of drinking.

By the time my grandmother was 15 years old, her mother had kicked her father out of the house for good. One of the reasons I was given was because of my great grandfather’s drinking. I don’t know the exact year that this occurred, but sometime between the 1910 and 1920 censuses. I know very little about my great grandfather’s life. He eventually ended up in Pennsylvania. I know this from his obituary and a letter I have which was written to my great uncle Jim. I have yet to locate him on either the 1920 or 1930 census, but I’m pretty sure the man I found on the 1940 census is him. He was living alone in Erie, Pennsylvania. He gives his place of birth as Illinois and his age as 70. These are both consistent with the other sources I have. He was working as a gardener for a private home. He also gives his marital status as married. I don’t think my great grandparents ever got legally divorced so this would also be correct.

So when I picture my grandmother reading this letter from her husband, I know the role alcohol had already played in her life. I think I also have a pretty good idea about how she felt about drinking. I also appreciate the apparent honesty in my grandparents’ relationship. He felt comfortable enough telling her about this escapade and was able to (hopefully) reassure her that it wouldn’t happen again.


Letter transcription:

Sun

Dear Mother,

Just finished reading the paper and thought best to write now and maybe finish later on in the day. Dr. Lentz is playing golf but I don’t believe I want to start that now or because that’s one habit that grows and I don’t want to buy clubs etc.

Don’t forget to send in the next Income tax installment before June 15. Guess they wouldn’t throw me in the jug but it would mean lots of red tape. Then some day when you have lots of time you can total up the Jan, Feb, March, Apr + May income for next year it should be simple from then on.

Haven’t seen or heard of Jim. I don’t believe you gave me his correct rating because the CK doesn’t mean anything. SK would but the CK seems to be foreign.

I had a little trouble last night. My roommate drove over to 2 other Dr’s rooms and they started

(page 2) hitting the bottle. Then they wanted us to go along to get something to eat which was agreeable but the driver was half tight – drove down the wrong side of a two land highway + honked + wave at everybody, finally when we got near the YMCA I said I wanted to see if there was any mail there and when I came back I told them to go on without me. Where upon they seemed much put out and coaxed etc.-but I got sore and told them I didn’t like their carryings on, and walked away from them. Lentz came in about 1:00 AM and seemed a little ashamed of himself, said he wanted to get away also and the one of the other Drs. Wanted to get out also, but the driver of the car was the one who caused the uproar. He is a bachelor and doesn’t care what happens etc. Has no relatives etc. but from now on I’ll stay out of his car. So much for that. I took care of myself in that situation so don’t worry I can do it again if necessary.

I’m going to ask for leave in a couple of weeks. It’s a little soon but they can’t anymore than turn me down.

(page 3) I guess you have enough money to go one for a while- I thought some of sending home some but I’ll have to buy a blue suit ($45) 2 or 3 more whites $8.50 each and I have about $45 charged downtown so if I keep what I have I can almost clear that up by the June 15th pay. After that I’ll have an allotment sent home each month.

Kate Smith is supposed to be around here someplace today but those programs are mostly for recruits. There is always a small portion set aside for officers but they sorta frown on too many going. They think we can pay for our entertainment.

After today when we go out in the Eve, we are supposed to war only white uniforms. Even if we go out to eat, but those things get dirty very easy. Anyplace away from the base white is supposed to be worn. The K. is only for work. The overalls so to speak. I’d hate to think what a white suit would look like after I’d ride the train home.

Mark wanted some pictures of the peers etc. Those don’t seem to be available. There are cards with army guns

(page 4) but nothing of anything along the coast. Maybe I can find something to send them again today. We may go out driving this P.M. but only with Lentz and if he gets to acting funny I’ll get out and walk again.

I just happened to remember you asked me the charge on the Henderson baby, it was $30.00. You might let me know the amount of the Bank acc. of course less the first of the month rent which they take out. When you get the bills ready to turn over to Cliff, send me a list of them first. And did you get that old bit you had on that pink sheet of paper. There may be one or two good ones there-probably not. Did you ever write to Shell Luce in Clinton about(the accident. case)? Do you know if Jim or Joe has gone yet? It seems like ages since I was there but its less than 2 wks. So really I guess not so much has happened since I left.

Well, my space is limited. I’ll not sign off just yet however-Guess there is nothing more so [this is written in a different ink]

Love Daddy

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Wednesday’s Child – Michael Yegerlehner (1940-1940)

While my grandfather was busy in Norfolk, Virginia, acclimating himself to Navy life, my grandmother was at home in Kentland, pregnant with her fourth child. In 1940, Gladys had been pregnant with her third child, Michael. This is a child that you will not hear mentioned in any of the letters between my grandparents. Michael only lived for a few days.  I don’t know what was wrong with Michael, only that he couldn’t survive. I haven’t gotten around to ordering his death certificate to see if it has any more illuminating details. My uncles John and Mark were 10 and 8 years old, respectively, in 1940. My uncle John once told my father that he remembered how horrible that time was for the family. (FindAGrave)

Both my grandparents were worried about my grandmother’s pregnancy this time around.  They had lived through the tragedy of Michael’s birth and death in 1940.  They were worried that this pregnancy would end as tragically as the last. Fortunately for me, it did end happily.  In May 1942, my grandparents were not blessed with foresight. I can only imagine how frustrating it was for my grandfather to be so far away from his wife during her pregnancy.


Letter translation:

Fri

Dear Mother,

How you folks do talk about 4 of you coming down. In the first place – gasoline. I might be able to get an X card¹ and in the second place where would 4 people sleep when I’ve been trying to think up some way to get a place for you to sleep Just one. I thought I might get you a place at this Hotel I wrote you about but I find today it is full. It’s just a problem which I can’t figure out. I know the boys would get a kick out of seeing the place around here but how. They are better off at home much as I’d like to see them and you. It would be very uncomfortable to sleep in a car or under the sky.

Got my laundry back today-4 shirts-2 underware-6 pr. of socks and 2 hank. $1.45. Now you see why I wear shirts so long at one time. I’m going to send out a K. suit but don’t know where to send it.

(page 2) I’m sorry about the bill to Mrs. Dennis². I remember her paying that. Check the Massengillᶟ bill. That $25.00 is right but I thought I had paid them about ½ and then you had the return. I may not have paid the ½ but I thought I did. I believe I bought the stuff on the day I was examined and he was there once since and I gave him a check that day.

The magnolias are in full bloom and they are quite pretty. It is a big white blossom about 3 inches long and as big around as a banana and is a white bloom, then it opens into a large flower.

We were discussing the room + rent condition and the above that I wrote is secured.

Dr. Lentz is out playing golf but I just got home-he works at a different place than I and he gets off earlier or they don’t check so closely.

We will just have to wait and see about the rent etc for a few days or weeks yet. I guess I’d better write to Clay City⁴ again

Love

Daddy

Notes:

  1. An X card was a type of rationing card for gasoline and automobiles. They were very hard to come by and were usually reserved for police, fireman, civil defense workers & various VIPs. There was a scandal when 200 Congressman were issued X cards.
  2. Mrs. Dennis: The only Mrs. Dennis in Newton County, Indiana was Maria Dennis. On the 1940 census, she was an 81 year old female, born in 1859 in Illinois. She was living with the family of one of her grandchildren, Ira Miller.
  3. Massengill: The S. E. Massengill company was a pharmaceutical company formed in 1898.
  4. Clay City: Clay City is where Roscoe’s parents lived.

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It takes a village

One of the things that I find _____ (insert word: cool, fascinating, thrilling, etc.) about this project is seeing all the people that my grandparents interacted with in their daily lives. We spend so much time in genealogy research tracking down all the branches in the family tree.  I think sometimes we forget that our ancestors also interacted with their neighbors intimately as well.  The neighbors might not have been blood relations but they were best friends, mortal enemies, business partners, customers, patients, teachers, or students. As I come across names in the letters, I find myself wanting to know who these other people are. I also think (as a historian/genealogist) that maybe some of these people’s descendants might also be interested in hearing about their relations, even briefly. How often have we wondered at a witness’s signature on a will? Or thought about the other person in a land dispute? Who are these people that our ancestors knew?

Today’s letter mentions several people: Mrs. Nosker, Dr. Lentz, D. Ream, Mrs. Worrell, Larry Ried, Jim [Foster], Raymond Bower. Since Dr. Lentz is someone who served with my grandfather, he was one of the first people that I tried searching for.  I didn’t know Dr. Lentz’s given name until I found a letter from Dr. Lentz to my grandfather.  It was written in 1944 right after my grandfather had returned to the states. The return address was labeled E. T. Lentz, Comdr. (mc) NSNR.  The letter was also signed Ed. Now, I had something to go on.  Ed is short for several names: Edward, Edmund, Edwin. I did some searching through the Veterans databases on Ancestry and came up with Edmund T. Lentz. Then I searched the 1940 census and found Dr. Lentz living in Pennsylvania.  The first letter in which my grandfather mentions Dr. Lentz, he says “I met a doctor from Pennsylvania”. They must have got on fairly well because they quickly became roommates.

Dr. Lentz was about 5 years older than my grandfather.  Just older enough that he served briefly in World War I as a young man before he became a doctor. Dr. Lentz affectionately referred to my grandfather as “Junior”, either because of their age difference or perhaps due to a difference in rank. I was able to track down Dr. Lentz’s social security record and his marriage record. He married Margaret Broomhall in 1926 in Philadelphia. Finally, I found the Find A Grave memorials for Dr. Lentz & his wife. Sadly, I was able to determine that Dr. Lentz had not had children, so there are no descendants to share my grandfather’s letters with.

I’ve already started looking for Mrs. Nosker . . .


Letter transcription:

May 28 1530

Dear Mother,

I have the P.M. off since I was on duty all night and just got home. Bought two more shirts. I’ve worn this one since Sun. and I can hardly stay in the same room with it. I got two more today so I can clean up tomorrow. These shirts that I have are 31 sleeves but this is too short, but the ones I got this P.M. are 33 + 35, it’s the best I could do so I’ll have to sew a ruffle in them.

I didn’t ordered a prescription(?) for Mrs.  Nosker but they didn’t have that type so I didn’t reorder. We owe the Blue line bill so write them a check. We also owe Schnible in Laf. [Lafayette] so pay that one when they send the bill. That bill to physicians supply just sent 5 on it now and then and don’t forget to send D. Ream his interest check. We get our first pay either Sat. or Mon. I still have with my travel money and the traveler checks about $92.00 but I don’t have a blue uniform, nor any white suits. The whites seem to be hard to get. I bought regulation white shoes + black ones both for 10.50. All total I think I still

(page 2) have $100 to $125 worth yet to buy – but I haven’t as yet collected the $250 for uniform. If you haven’t bought a bond yet this mo[nth] you might do so if you have that much plus the stamps. We can perhaps save a little that was from time to time. Do what you think best.

You write to the narcotic agency Indianapolis Ind. Get it off that card on the wall in the back Lab. Room and tell them I’m in the navy. Save that card because I think it has to be sent in. I’m supposed to take inventory of the morphine I have and get rid of it, but there isn’t any for that. I may have to write a letter or fill out blanks so if they come send them on.

I’m going to investigate the possibility of flight examiner’s school. It’s a course to prepare one to examine the flyers. The only drawback is that they ask you to sign that you won’t resign for three years but that won’t be so bad because after all we’ll be in 6 mo. after the thing ends and what I like about this is that one has a chance to learn something about the eyes + ears and after all that would be of value so if you hear that I’ve signed to go to school don’t be surprised. I can’t see any value to myself in examining these recruits and giving shots. Maybe that isn’t the correct attitude but

(page 3)They say the navy trains you for some job so why not. Two or three of the boys from here are being transferred to Fla. for that training.

We have a very nice room and our landlady is something like Mrs. Worell used to be – if you get what I mean.

I still would like for you to come down but give me time to get a place for you to stay. Without a car here it’s tough to get any place. There is a hotel ($2.50 per day) across the Bay for officers + wives. Used to be a summer resort but the navy took it over and that is generally a good place but at times it is filled. In order to get to town from there one must take a boat and then ride about 15 miles on street car. When one of the boys came to the base he got off the Boat down town and got a taxi to the base and it cost $5.00 so a round trip would be $10.00 plus bot boat fare.

This town is long and narrow – lies in a sort of horseshoe and there is no way only from the extreme south to get here but by water. Train cars buses etc.

(page 4) all have to ferry in. Lentz had to pay $3.50 to come in with his car from the north.

The lease on the house is not progressing very rapidly – since things are uncertain. If the houses were only furnished. There is so much trash living here I’d almost hate for the boys to be here. Workers out at the base are a tough looking lot and lots of them. We are about half way between the base + home and when we leave at 4:30 (1630) it’s almost drive in low all the way and the same think in the A.M.

Did you get any response or word from Larry Ried. I don’t know of anything unusual to write the boys. Seen lots of airplanes and anti air craft guns. All size + shape planes. I haven’t seen any large battle ships yet but have seen some cruisers and destroyers at a distance.

Jim or Raymond Bower haven’t shown up as yet, but there are so many places down here for them to be. Everyone that was tall made me look the second time but it wasn’t Jim.

Well, Dr. Lentz isn’t home yet but I’ll have to stop and clean up –

Love Daddy

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